8 Zec 9 Men

(12.19.17.8.15) I was up and on my way to Kahala Mall before 6am this morning, thanks to all the noise the Indian guy makes when he goes through the 3-S (i.e., shit, shower, and shave) routine. I opted to purchase a cup of coffee at Mickey Dee's®. Unbelievable as this may seem, I was automatically given the senior citizen discount for the coffee. Have I "arrived"?

My appointment with the dentist was at 8am. My tooth was repaired within 20 minutes, and no anesthetic was necessary. The cost? $148 and some change. Thank goodness that I received the unclaimed assets settlement a couple of weeks ago. The gumline cavity actually wasn't really a cavity. It seems that my teeth are literally crumbling because I am somehow grinding them, possibly in my sleep.

I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai shortly afterward. Moms and I made the usual rounds. Then, we ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Dreyer's® coffee ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Incidentally, my sister-in-law and nephew are vacationing on the mainland. My bro chose to remain here.

Late this afternoon, I wrapped up my DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press in preparation for transfer to a new owner. Yes, I was able to contact Shirley by e-mail. She said that she would gladly accept the gift. All that's left is to arrange a meeting and complete the transaction. I also mentioned to her that I am tentatively considering the sale of my Nissan® Frontier truck. I am now rapidly moving along with the divestiture of my useless possessions.

Ménagerie

Whassup wi' da urban nomad?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Same ol' shit.

Typical Ménagerie Hottie

Nihilism has essentially changed my life. Well, not my life per se. Rather, it has changed my entire outlook of life. Hopelessness and despair have been replaced by a meaningless void. There are no answers forthcoming, and I am no longer expecting any. I have been able to "filter" my vision such that I can see humans for what they really are. What I envisage is a ménagerie, sort of stylish zoo. Yet, a zoo is a zoo, no matter what.

Most humans do not realize that they are simply animals. Hubris has set in. Evolutionists do not even believe that humans are animals. Our alleged ancestors, the apes and baboons, are animals. Humans, they will tell you, are ... well, humans. Humans beings, homo sapiens, blah, blah, blah. Oh, to a nihilist, it's all so tiring.

The benign Creator designed us to be animals with no further provision for redemption. The great thinkers over time felt betrayed. Therefore, they sought in earnest a human-concocted redemption. Possibly using mind-altering plant substances, the earliest great thinkers elevated themselves to self-appointed shamanistic offices. From there, they created elaborate ceremonies and rituals in a vain attempt to attain immortality. Animals cannot attain immortality, they reasoned, only humans can. Reason, of course, is simply not enough to alter reality.

So, here we are, constantly on the brink of self-destruction, with clearly a majority of the world's population believing that the God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) will "save" them. Perhaps our self-destruction will be a welcome relief. We can "wipe the slate clean" and start again.

Moronic, Very Moronic

The urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Moronic, very moronic.

I have been rising at the crack of dawn daily, currently about 5am in the morning. I now leave Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 6:45am. Ala Moana Center is my destination, but I take the long way through town on the bus. Even before 8am, the mall is congested with people. The public restroom is completely packed. All of the stalls are filled with flatulent slobs who are apparently attempting to save money on asswipe paper just like the ol' lavahead. And, aside from the countless wage slaves, there is a large contingent of losers loitering in the mall. Sadly, I recognize most of them.

Why am I getting up so early and milling about with the losers? My mortality beckons me to get moving as early as possible. Surely, though, I could sleep in and not miss out on much, eh? When I, myself, am loitering somewhere, I am usually in a catatonic state. So, sleeping in does not matter.

Typical "Green" Hottie

I have been purchasing a banana every morning along with my coffee at Foodland. So, now I eat two pieces of fruit per day. I usually eat an orange, apple, or pear after dinner. I am also carrying a package of Back to Nature® nuts with me during the day to supplement my Quaker® Granola lunch. I was able to acquire the bag of nuts for free with my "It's Good to Go Green!" reward cards.

Some clown simply named "Goshi" submitted a bid for the detestable "condotel" unit. "Goshi" offered a mere fraction of my mortgage. I am not sure why the fool just didn't ask me to give it away to him as a gift. I did a Web search for "Goshi" and discovered that he is the manager of a local furniture reupholstering service. What "Goshi" really needs is a large nihilistic appendage shoved up his ass. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Legacy & Nihilism

The urban nomad summary:

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Was able to peruse the hottie gym trainer for a spell at the gym
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

The days drag on, but I am locked in a nihilistic state.

Typical Seductive Hotties

All of these chick pictures may present the false impression that the ol' lavahead is fixated with babes. Why doesn't he just find an older hottie ... say, like the hottie gym trainer ... and "settle down"? Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! As the ol' lavahead has discussed ad infinitum, babes are just not interested in guys like him. He has nothing in common with babes. The ascetic life-style, as well as the exodus planning, do not interest babes. In fact, babes find that stuff just plain weird.

I often thought that I was a freak aberration. I know that I cannot commit to a lifetime relationship with a babe. It's not because I want to "skin up" a lot of babes. And, I am certainly not fond of the idea of siring offspring. Rather, it wasn't until I was well into my on-going research wherein I stumbled upon the fact that all human institutions (including marriage) are human concoctions (refer to the "blog" of April 15th).

One does not have to be a genius to perform a reverse regression of human population. Imagine being one of the first humans, say in the first clan of seventy people. We could go further back, but seventy is a nice number. The clan was probably comprised of four generations of the same family. Mating obviously could only involve other family members (i.e., siblings or cousins or even the unthinkable). Mating could have been arranged by parents or by clan leaders. Or, there could simply have been unrestrained lascivious behavior. Overall, mating served the primary purpose of human reproduction. Seriously then, what do we make of romantic love and marriage?

Marriage, I assume, was a human concoction to control the means of human reproduction. It also reduced the responsibility of raising offspring to the latter's parents. The institution of marriage itself was a precursor to the so-called "ownership society" much in the way that slaves were "owned." Along the time line, marriage became sanctified by religion, possibly beginning in the shamanistic era. Religion is essentially what keeps marriages forcibly intact. As religious influences wither, marriages become a disposable commodity. Isn't that what we are witnessing today?

We humans are simply animals without fur but with a brain that can supersede instinct. The rules of "civilization" were devised by a select few. Thus, the rules can only serve the interest of a small minority. A variety of mechanisms are utilized to inculcate the masses with the rules. However, the rules are sometimes too complex for the simpletons. Only the great thinkers have the capability and intellect to fashion such rules. The masses operate on too primitive a level to understand. Thus, they must be forcibly trained to follow the rules. Even then, the masses must be policed. Why? Even though the human brain can supersede instinct, such an act requires conscious and diligent effort. I am afraid that the majority of humans are just not up to the task.

Well, we're back to nihilism again. I am actually amazed that I was once a total slave of empire, almost veered over to religious fanaticism, moved on to agnosticism instead, and later arrived at nihilism. I skipped the atheistic agenda, mostly because I am certain that a benign Creator exists. I have long ago discarded the idea of a human-like deity. The Creator is not an entity that I can describe. But, I digress.

Science, or the religion of pseudo-science, would like to have us believe that "civilization" has been around for only about 7,000 years or so (i.e., coincident with Sumer). Heck, according to science, we humans only "evolved" to talking and thinking humans about 30,000 years ago. Yet, there is evidence that humans just like us (i.e., behaviorally-modern humans) have existed for well over 100,000 years. Why hasn't "civilization" popped up in the previous 93,000 years? Well, I believe that there has been at least one incarnation of "civilization" over 10,000 years ago. I do not doubt that there were more. The basic rules of "civilization" were formulated way back then. That's our legacy.

Nihilism

"I come bearing fabulous news. There is no longer any need to concern yourself with pesky trifles like love, a mortgage, child rearing, planting a garden, dreams, money, shoes, wristwatches, parking spaces, mysterious rashes, foreign policy, baseball, bridge tolls or generally caring about much of anything in particular. I am delighted to report it will all be over soon. If not sooner." -- Mark Morford

Et tu, urban nomad?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Completed reading, "Mysteries and Discoveries of Archaeoastronomy: From Giza to Easter Island," by Giulio Magli at the library
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Obviously, the urban nomad is no Caesar. Sheesh!

Typical "Civilized" Hottie

Nihilism appears to be where we're at right now. Good or bad, that remains to be seen. We've been on an extremely long journey, my friends. We've been down several foolish roads, and we've wasted a lot of time on trivial pursuits. I participated in almost every opportunity that the so-called "society" had to offer. Yet, I have always been an outsider, an outcast, a loser. Why? Instinctively, I knew that there was something completely amiss about human society. Little did I know that the entire concept of "civilization" is a farce, all simply a human concoction.

The universe is morally neutral. The concept of universal justice is irrelevant to inanimate matter. the latter of which comprises almost the entire universe. What has been handed down to us as ethical or moral codes has no origin with a deity. The latter and former were simply developed by human, great thinkers, who saw the possibility of "civilized" humans. Yet, humans have been living the farce for an eternity. Thus, the farce is now reality.

I am in an utter state of confusion at the moment. Calling it an "existential crisis" would be an understatement. However, I continue to go through the motions of an urban nomad existence to maintain some semblance of sanity. What else can I do? That's nihilism, my friends.

Incidentally, the book, "Mysteries and Discoveries of Archaeoastronomy," by Giulio Magli was quite interesting. Magli is slightly more progressive than the archaeological status quo. However, he does dismiss theories about Atlantis, the possibility of extraterrestrial intervention, and other supposedly far-fetched ideas. Still a worthy read, although I am still partial to, "The Atlantis Blueprint," by Colin Wilson and Rand Flem-Ath.

Deep, Very Deep (Reprise)

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Dreyer's® coffee ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

Nissan® Cube
It's too bad that Ben "Handjob" Benanke at the Fed won't raise short-term interest rates for years to come. If I could earn a decent interest rate, say six percent per annum, then I would seriously consider replacing my Nissan® Frontier truck with a Nissan® Cube. Sure is homely, isn't it? Yet, the Cube is the perfect urban nomad kind-of-a-vehicle.

Well, since no progress is being made in any area as usual, there was no other alternative than to listen to a new House Music mix courtesy the Deep House Cat site. Tonight, I'm listening to the "Dragon's Back Mix." Deep, very deep.

Meaning & Purpose

The urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Completed reading, "The Messianic Legacy," by Baigent, Leigh, and Lincoln at the library
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Can it get any better than that? Not really.

I again read the second part, subtitled, "The Quest for Meaning," in the book, "The Messianic Legacy," by Baigent, Leigh, and Lincoln. For the longest time, the quest for meaning and purpose had me stumped. Then, as I gradually learned the truth about human existence and mortality, I concluded that there is no grand meaning or purpose (refer to "blog" of May 30th). Instead, we have been reduced to finding meaning within a very narrow context. Unfortunately, many people have confused that narrow context with extreme self-interest and narcissism. Yet, who am I to judge?

I, personally, have decided to seek no grand meaning or purpose. There really is none anyway. Nothing that I do will make much of a difference in the grand scheme. My actions are irrelevant because of human mortality. I can only choose to respect the living planet and cause as little damage as possible. For the latter to happen, I must somehow commune with nature. I have to remove all of the layers of preconceived notions and foolishness that humans have accumulated since the beginning of time. In other words, to truly appreciate life, we must "wipe the slate clean" first.

Typical "Clean Slate" Hottie

"Wiping the slate clean" is a tall order since we humans have no idea about our legacy. If, indeed, humans have been around in excess of 100,000 years, then we know zilch. We can barely piece together the last 4,000 years. We've been working with a lot of guessing and conjecture, much of which has been erroneously passed on as fact. We've replaced one form of mythology with another and another. That's why we've lost our bearings.

We've lost our will to meaning, too, when we moved from family to clan to tribe to "civilization" beginning with city-states. We began the taming of barbaric societies with shamanistic religions and then added polity, science, and economics into the mix. Layer upon layer of complexity was piled one atop the other to further obfuscate meaning or purpose. And, here we are now in the 21st century, still destroying ourselves and still in search of meaning.

We know absolutely nothing about early human life. We are told that, back then, humans were simply "howling barbarians." Yet, no one knows for sure. Most likely, humans were quite the same as we are today. We need to understand our legacy before we can derive meaning or purpose as applicable to ourselves.

I can now understand my inner drive to deconstruct my life-style and to work toward the exodus. I am attempting to understand human legacy by stripping away the ineffectual layers of cumulative "civilization." Perhaps I have become afraid of what I have already seen. Perhaps that is why the divestiture of my useless possessions is taking so long. Perhaps I have already tasted the fruits of meaning and purpose. Perhaps ...

Post No. 1,515

Last night, I borrowed the landlord's phone to call the police and report the vandalism that was perpetrated on my Nissan® Frontier truck. Two squad cars arrived on the side street a little after 8pm. One of the officers left shortly afterward. I was able to file a report, although not much will come of it. At the least, the homeowners in the area will know that I am on to them, if they are involved. Officer Rivas, who assisted me, was a friendly and somewhat comical guy. He even made a few suggestions about how I could perform an inexpensive repair job.

I also neglected to mention that I ran into Glenn (not to be confused with Pseudo-professor Glenn) at the Chinatown Gateway Plaza (near the bus stop) yesterday afternoon. He's still working at the Diploma Mill, and also finishing up his Computer Science degree there as well. He had his daughter with him. She's two years old. Glenn told me more about the "big shake-up" at the Diploma Mill. However, there are still empires and cliques, just with new faces. There are also a lot of faculty vacancies. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa! Even the enrollment is down. As "they" say, payback is a bitch, whomever "they" are.

Typical Payback Hottie

The urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Dull, very dull indeed.

At the library, I have nearly completed the reading of the book, "The Messianic Legacy," by Michael Baigent, Richard Leigh, and Henry Lincoln. If anything, I would recommend reading the second part of the three-part book. I am not even certain why the second part is even in the book since it has only a minor correlation to overall theme. It is, however, a very cogent discussion about the pursuit of meaning or purpose in life. I plan to read that section again in the near future.

Summer Solstice

The urban nomad kind-of-a-day?

• Fulfilled usual benign functions and followed routine itinerary as planned
• Spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor.

Not very exciting, eh? I did not sleep well at all last night, most likely because I was quite perturbed about the latest episode of vandalism perpetrated on my Nissan® Frontier truck. Thus, I was very groggy for most of the day.

Well, at least I have deduced that the vandalism of my Nissan® Frontier truck took place on the side street sometime after June 13th. That's the last time I washed the truck, and there was no scratch. I have not driven to Kahala Mall since then. And, when moms and I make the rounds in Hawai'i Kai, I always make sure that I am not parked next to any other 4,000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles). There's a very slim chance that the vandalism could have happened in the Koko Marina parking structure, but I seriously doubt it. So, I suppose that I will have to call the police to file a report. Ho-hum.

Typical Hello Kitty® Hottie

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Even More Vandalism

"You would be wise to not seek too much from others at this time." -- Panda Express® fortune cookie

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well until I discovered yet another act of vandalism perpetrated on my Nissan® Frontier truck. I had given the upper half of the truck a sponge bath since I could barely see out of the windshield, what with the thick salt film and all. I espied a huge gash along the entire hood as I wiped the dirt away. Someone had used something like an icepick to gouge the paint. Did it happen at Kahala Mall or on the side street?

Aside from that, moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express® yet again. Later, moms served Dreyer's® coffee ice cream for dessert. Moms also told me that one of the senior citizen neighbors was taken to the hospital by ambulance yesterday.

The rest of the day? Can you say, "The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned"? I had to tolerate a number of rude morons as usual. However, my patience had been worn thin by the latest act of vandalism. Thus, when the fat ho' walked right in front of me as I was about to exit the gym, I lost it. I briefly opened up Lou's School of Etiquette for matriculation. The ugly ho' was prancing around like some kind of celebrity. What a farce!

Well, I purchased a cheap 69-cent "For Sale" sign. When I parked the truck on the side street adjacent to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I placed the sign conspicuously in the windshield. Has the time come for me to sell the truck? Or, am I just over-reacting to a bad day? And, how will moms and I get around Hawai'i Kai on our usual rounds?

Of course, I could sell the truck and purchase a Nissan® Cube to replace it. So far, my actions are only for show. I haven't listed the truck in any classified advertising. I will say that my driver's license expires at the end of November. I have vowed to not take the road test if required. In other words, I am willing to forfeit my privilege to drive. With no driver's license, I won't need a 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile). All part of the "disconnection," my friends.